Meeting

"So, may we speak now?" Nathanos and Sylvanas went to a secluded spot together. Like the Elf, he preferred quiet places where it was easier to talk.

Sylvanas looked around, found a place with a good view, sat down, and patted her side towards the humans behind her.

Nathanos frowned. "I'll just stand here."

For a few seconds, Nathanos thought Sylvanas would begin to reveal the purpose of her visit, but the Female Elf was clearly more patient than he had anticipated. Her gaze remained fixed on him, without uttering a word. An awkward atmosphere ensued, and after a long while, Nathanos finally couldn't resist and sat down beside her. Sylvanas let out a triumphant laugh, leaving the human beside her with only resignation.

She covered her mouth and laughed for a while before starting to speak.

"Let's get down to business first. Did you receive the letter Alleria gave you?"

"Prince Arthas gave it to me. But there's something Alleria couldn't say in the letter, only that you'd be coming to Lordaeron soon, and I didn't expect you to tell me personally." Nathanos stroked his chin. Not long ago at Durnholde Keep, when Arthas handed him the letter written in Sauras language, Nathanos thought it was a greeting from Alleria, but upon opening it, he found it simply stated that Sylvanas would be coming to see him and had important matters to discuss.

"This is top secret." Sylvanas gave him a look; she would never miss an opportunity to tease Nathanos.

"I can't guess." Nathanos turned his head and watched the sunset; another day was coming to an end.

"It's about the little moon of the Windrunner family, my sister Vareesa Windrunner, who is with Alleria."

"Um?"...

Lordaeron

"Where is he? I don't have time to stroll around here!"

Genn Greymane complained a thousand times, but King Terenas still slowly spoke up, "Lord Prysto will be here soon, Genn. You know he wants everyone to discuss this together."

"What are we discussing? I have no idea," Genn Greymane complained. He was dressed in gray and black armor, which always reminded people of a bear, although that wasn't quite the right way to put it.

However, his bear-like appearance, arrogance, and blunt, rude temper cannot erase the fact that he was a powerful Warrior. His political skills were legendary; he managed to bring Gilneas, which was originally far away, to the center of the Alterac problem, surprising even the old Terenas.

"Even if you could command the winds to stop roaring," a more composed voice said at the far end of the hall, "You wouldn't have a moment of peace."

They all agreed that the meeting should be held in the Lordaeron Hall, a place where important treaties had always been agreed upon and signed by several kingdoms. Its rich history and timeless decor added to the solemn and dignified atmosphere, making it the perfect venue for discussing important matters, especially since the problems of the Kingdom of Alterac were indeed crucial to the Alliance's continued survival.

"If you don't like what I say, Admiral," Gray said mockingly, "A good sword will ensure you never hear...any sound again."

Daelin Proudmoore rose with graceful, lightning-fast discipline. The lean, weathered admiral reached for the sword hanging beside his green naval uniform, only to realize it was empty. Genn Greymane was in the same boat. As a reluctantly agreed-upon arrangement, the heads of state were not permitted to carry weapons into the hall; Greymane had even agreed to be searched by guards chosen by the Silver Hand upon entry. While the Silver Hand publicly claimed allegiance to Terenas, it was the only military force trusted by all the Alliance nations.

It was Prysto who, at this critical juncture, insisted on holding a meeting. King rarely had the opportunity to meet; usually, dialogue between nations was conducted through letters and diplomats, with only occasional state visits. Only this mysterious Prysto could persuade the leaders of the Alliance nations under King Terenas to gather here face-to-face to discuss matters, leaving their respective entourages outside.

Now, only this young nobleman is yet to arrive...

"King!" Seeing the tense atmosphere, the old King desperately needed someone to help de-escalate it. He looked towards a figure standing straight by the window. The man was covered in fur, and his thick beard and prominent nose immediately revealed it to be Sorath Thoradin's rugged face. He knew that although Sorath was interested in everything happening outside, the King of Stromgarde understood every word his colleagues said perfectly well, and couldn't help Terenas in the current crisis.

Although the Paladin were on high alert to prevent the King from resorting to violence, Terenas wasn't particularly worried about violence. What truly troubled him was the wavering morale within the human Alliance. More than once, the old King felt that the Orcs Horde had been completely eradicated. In the current situation, humanity must unite. He wished Anduin Lothar were here, but that was impossible.

"Gentlemen! This behavior is not befitting your status!"

"Prysto!" Terenas breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God, you're finally here!"

The others turned around, and a perfect figure walked into the hall. The moment he entered, the conflict vanished!

Terenas watched his young friend enter the meeting hall and greet each of the assembled King as if they were his friends. Whether it was the rude Sorath Thoradin or the spoiled Greymane, Prysto always found the most appropriate way to speak with them.

"Please forgive my lateness," the young nobleman began. "This morning I rode out to the countryside but didn't realize how long it would take to get back."

"There's no need for such an apology," Sorath Thoradin replied politely.

This is another manifestation of Prysto's almost magical manner of speaking and behaving. Although Sorath Thoradin is a respectable ally and friend, he is rarely kind and polite. He usually prefers silence, and when he does speak, he tries to be brief and precise. Through long observation, Terenas understands that Sorath's silence is simply because he dislikes lengthy discourses. As a typical man of the cold mountains, he prefers actions to words.

Prysto surveyed the entire conference hall, making eye contact with everyone for a moment before beginning his speech. "It is a great honor to meet you all! I hope this meeting will completely resolve our differences, so that we can all become good friends and comrades-in-arms in future meetings..."

Greymane nodded almost intently. Daelin, Proudmoore, wore a satisfied expression, as if the arrival of this young nobleman was the culmination of all his desires. Terenas had left his wise friend to chair the meeting, while he himself merely observed. The more others knew about Prysto, the easier it would be for the old King's proposal to be implemented.

The King sat around an intricately carved ivory table, a gift from Quel'Thalas after a successful meeting with Lordaeron. The old King, as usual, rested his hands on the edge of the table. Across the table, Prysto met his gaze for a moment. The unwavering resolve in Prestor's dark eyes put the old King at ease; he trusted that Prysto could resolve any conflict.

The talks began somewhat awkwardly, but gradually the atmosphere warmed up and the discussions became more frank. However, under Prysto's guidance, there was no further tendency towards violent conflict. This signifies a major step forward in promoting cooperation among the Alliance members.